Ethan.
After the little chat with my father, I knew it would be impossible to convince him that I needed to be with my mate.
At first, I thought I could get used to the idea of not talking with Fiona, I tried to focus my attention on Brittany and make myself like and want her like she was Fiona.
But the harder I tried, the sooner I knew I was going to fail, especially since my wolf can hardly control his jealousy whenever I see Fiona in the company of other guys.
That morning I came down for breakfast and noticed how beautiful she was looking. From her nicely parked hair to her glossy plumped lips.
I couldn't help but reminisce on how soft and tender her lips were when I kissed her, how sleek and sweet her p***y tasted, thinking of it made my c**k throb badly.
“Ethan!” I heard
